Lyrics Kodak Black – Black Cats
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Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
Same night me and ?
took the Mazda, bih we crashed
?, Balenciaga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that f’n vodka, smoking gas
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like I’m ?
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask
I swear to God, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, ?
on that slazz
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past